Hangmen Also Die! Page #4

it mustn't be...

- Oh, I knew it.

- Poor Beda.

"Fight on, my merry men all...

"I'm a little wounded, but I'm not slain".

It's nothing, I'm all right.

I'll be alright mother.

- I think it will need stitches.

- May I see it, Beda?

- Let's go and, put it under the faucet.

- No, Auntie.

I don't think it will need stitches,

Mrs. Novotny.

If you have a bit of bandage, a little

cotton, and some iodine...

- It's bleeding though.

- I think we can stop that.

Alright, Beda.

Can you hold that please? Twist it.

We interrupt our program to give

you the latest order...

of the Occupational Authority.

Any person aiding the escape of the

assassination or providing him with shelter...

will be executed.

All relatives of such accomplishes...

are subject to the same penalty of death.

The population is hereby warned

to report any information...

leading to the assassin at once."

Anyone with holding such information

must reckon with the blood debt...

this monstrous crime has laid

upon the entire Czech nation...

Those geniuses up there think they

can intimidate the Czechs...

with public warnings, dopes.

They will need something more concrete

to surrender their beloved assassin.

Something to make them jump.

- Czaka!

- What?

Are you listening to me at all?

I beg your pardon?

What are you doing there?

Nothing.

File C. Yes, that's right.

Czaka is spelled with a "C".

Curious, aren't you?

Curious on what the Gestapo

may have...

on file on the honorable brewer Czaka.

I will tell you:
"His beer is good."

Salute!

But he, himself, rather stinks.

Right. I hope you're

at home this weekend.

- You're a smart ass.

- Don't talk German to me.

If I'm going to police your

fascinating people properly...

I have to learn your crazy

language to perfection.

Here is the first list, Herr Inspector.

Editor...

Railway worker...

Clergyman.

That's good.

Priest are always good.

They do more harm than anyone else...

offending in every sermon.

Listen, I have a good suggestion.

Nykvar, the poet.

Nykvar?

What for?

He is not political.

He only writes folklore,

children ballets, fables.

Herr Gruber, if it's your intention to

Germanize the protectorate...

that is exactly where you should begin,

with the children.

You're an extraordinary patriot, Czaka.

I'm sorry, professor...

do you think I might ask the janitoress if

there is an available room here...

in the house where I might stay over?

I happen to know there's nothing.

There is an available couch in my study...

That I can personally assure you

is not uncomfortable.

It has already been made up.

You're welcomed to it.

Very kind of you, but...

There is hardly an alternative,

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